It had been years since I last saw her,
The girl had come to adore.
I remember when she had barely started talking,
Now that voice helps her prove her point.
She was never
one to talk back,
Never one
to put others down.
Now here she is,
doing exactly that.
What has become of you?
What happened Ichigo?
What did you do to get here?
How many lives have you taken?
How are you able to handle all this strength you have gained?
Before you could barely touch me,
Now you can leave bruises.
What did you do to gain this power?
It must have been rough.
What have you seen?
What have you done?
What is that glint in your eyes that worries me?
Why did you try to lie about who you were?
What is it that drives you to do that.
Why didn't you attack me?
I killed your entire family.
Why didn't you stay with Sasuke?
Instead you're here, with murderers.
How do you fit in so well?
You leave me with so many questions.
I have thought of no answers.
I won't ask what you have done,
I won't pester you for answers.
I'll wait for you to tell me on your own.
I know you have questions of your own,
I will not answer them.
It is not yet time for you to know,
No matter how much you have matured.
I hope that you don't come to hate me or Sasuke for what is to come Ichigo, because you are:
My dear little sister.